Dry

At a time when the streets of our cities were deserted, and we were each confined to our homes, connected to one another only through screens, it felt natural to look ahead, questioning what our lives would be like afterwards. We began to fantasize about a film set a few years from now, in a future not so distant from the present. Imagining several stories that would each proceed autonomously, using the ensemble film technique, which we gradually discover are linked to each other in a larger plot.

A gallery of equally innocent and guilty characters, a frightened, breathless humanity, afflicted by the aridity of relationships, sick with vanity, mythomania, anger, traversing a city with a glorious past like Rome, which is crumbling and "dying of thirst and sleep."

A vision that might seem like a catastrophic allegory, where even the irony is pitch black, but permeated by a feeling of tenderness and compassion, by flashes of hope and a beating heart.

Mina's song "Mi sei scoppiato dentro al cuore" (You exploded in my heart), listened to by the cellist Filippo in the solitude of mourning and which musically comments on the final parade of the cast, resonates like a prayer in this landscape of solitude and petty relationships, trying to give voice to the irrepressible collective desire for consolation and love.